One pound. That’s it! After eight days of abs-defining crunches, too many push-ups to count, breathless sprints, painful planks, forward lunges, backward lunges, you name it, one measly pound is all I’ve kissed goodbye.

The words “boot camp” and “Bonnie” do not go together. I am one of the last people you’d ever envision willingly signing up for a 45-minute class, four days a week, that has as its goal exercising to the point of exhaustion.